"Who are those who compel you to fly today?"
"The most implacable of all, Don Miguel Zarate."
"The man whose daughter you assassinated in so cowardly a way."
Red Cedar struck the table passionately.
"Ellen!" he shouted.
"Do you know any other appellation more correct than that?" she asked, coldly.
The bandit looked down.
"Then," she continued, "you are about to fly—fly forever?"
"What is to be done?" he muttered.
Ellen bent over him, laid her white hand on his arm, and regarded him fixedly.